'Dirty Girls'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I just remembered that I have an unassembled Gingerbread house. That sounds like a good tomorrow project.
I have a ridiculous amount of flannel washed and ready to be cut into PJs. We're really into PJs this year. It takes about an hour to make a pair from start to finish. It's not particularly tedious nor challenging. Just.... tiring.
Here's the only holiday photo I have that I love: Grace at her class christmas party with a friend I. [link] Happymaking to think she has friends, frankly.
Grace with friend is happy making.
I hate those "every kiss begins with Kay" commercials. I like jewelry and kissing, but don't care about diamonds. Also, according to that logic, all my kisses are invalid.
pj pants come from old navy and target. the end.
BevDog!! How did I not know you had such a bear collection?
pj pants come from old navy and target. the end.
Nah! The kids chose their own fabrics: [link] which made them super happy. And K has a pair out of the same fabric as Grace. They are mindlessly easy to sew. The issue for me is cutting them out.
yeah, it's just time I guess I would rather just do nothing or something.
I need to get in the kitchen if we are going to have pie tomorrow.
The SO is in the kitchen, making praline liquer cheesecake. I am shelling pecans from my friend's farm. Seabiscuit is hoping for more graham crackers.
Argh. So,on my way here, was at just the wrong time to fly and my flights were canceled and I had to go seattle to Houston to Dallas to Indy, two days after I was supposed to.
I'm supposed to leave here at 11am on 12/26. Watching the news, there is supposed to be up to a foot of snow here....with the worst being "before noon on 12/26". Seriously, world?!? Ugh. I do not want to be stuck here.
Everything is finally wrapped. I think. It's ridic.
We had a covert operator make a spying attempt. I'm thinking even the pretense of the jig is up with this one.
I have yet again told Noah that there is no Santa, yet he doesn't believe me still.
He said, "Santa's going to bring all of the presents." And I pointed out there was no more room in the corner where the tree is because we have ALL the presents already. I then reminded him that we give gifts, Santa doesn't. And if there is a Santa then all sorts of people, himself included, are Santa to others. This then devolved into him holding a grudge for being forced to give away an unopened Candyland game for the toy drive at school. Noah's argument, "But we don't have our Candyland anymore?!"